Chapter 32 Ayan is gone, stop pretending
Fu Ci supported his head with one hand and clutched Lu Shiyan's clothes with the other hand. He said in a very weak voice: "Brother, my head hurts!"
"Come on, get up first, the ground is cold."
Lu Shiyan quickly wrapped him in a bath towel and helped him up. "Your forehead is broken. I'll call Doctor Zhou to take a look for you."
As soon as he stood up, Fu Ci stumbled and almost fell to the ground again due to his weakness. Lu Shiyan used all his strength to hold him, and then slowly helped him out of the cold bathroom, constantly reminding him, "Slow down, watch your step."
Fu Ci buried his drowsy head in the crook of Lu Shiyan's neck, smelling the familiar faint fragrance on him. He closed his eyes slightly with satisfaction to hide the strong possessiveness that was about to overflow in his eyes.
Fortunately, his brother didn't have any unpleasant perfume belonging to someone else on him, otherwise he couldn't guarantee that he would cross the line and take his brother completely for himself.
Fu Ci bent his knees and slipped suddenly, pushing Lu Shiyan down on the bed. He raised his head in a daze and said, "Brother, I feel so dizzy." After saying that, he buried his wet head in the crook of Lu Shiyan's neck again and didn't move again.
Lu Shiyan was almost suffocating under the pressure of Fu Ci's tall and straight body. The key point was that the two of them were too close. He could clearly feel the heat from Fu Ci's body through his thin clothes.
He gently patted Fu Ci's cold arm, "Ah Ci, you get up first."
"Aci?"
He subconsciously turned his head to look at Fu Ci, only to see that his eyes were closed on his pale face, and he had obviously fainted.
When Zhou Mu rushed over with his medicine box, he saw the always distinguished and noble eldest son of the Lu family, his clothes disheveled and stained with blood. He curled his lips and said jokingly, "Why, who dares to rob you?"
Zhou Mu is Lu Shiyan's closest friend besides Gu Yian and Shen Hanxiao. Zhou Mu has been the Lu family's exclusive family doctor since Grandpa Zhou's generation, so they have a very close relationship, otherwise he wouldn't dare to tease him like this.
Lu Shiyan quickly dragged him to the bedside. He had already wiped the blood off Fu Ci's forehead and face, but his body was burning hot and the high fever did not subside.
"Help Ah Ci quickly."
As the exclusive family doctor of the Lu family, Zhou Mu is very familiar with the Lu family's situation because the Zhou and Lu families are old friends.
Zhou Mu's eyes flickered slightly on his gentle face behind his gold-rimmed glasses. As he bandaged Fu Ci's wound, he jokingly said, "Could it be that you tortured this little fool?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Lu Shiyan looked at his clothes and frowned slightly. "He has a fever. He fell in the bathroom while taking a shower and ended up hitting the sink. I helped him up but he fainted."
Zhou Mu couldn't help but look up at his nervousness towards Fu Ci, and smiled as he pursed his lips: "It's rare to see you so nervous, but didn't you hate this little fool the most before?"
Lu Shiyan suddenly realized that he had been particularly bad to Fu Ci in the past, so much so that everyone around him knew and tacitly accepted that he hated him. So now that he was a little nicer to Fu Ci, everyone was surprised, leaving him speechless.
Fortunately, Zhou Mu, perhaps because he was a doctor, never took his anger out on Fu Ci because of Lu Shiyan's dislike for him, as Gu Yi'an and Shen Hanxiao did. Instead, he objectively advised him, "This little fool Fu Ci is also very pitiful."
"He was in a car accident when he was young and his IQ is lower than his peers. Now he has lost his mother. He feels insecure coming to this strange place like the Lu family, so he keeps clinging to you."
"The affairs of the previous generation have nothing to do with him, Ayan. I don't want you to be blinded by hatred and become the kind of person you despise the most."
Lu Shiyan regained his composure from his memories and said weakly, "You also said that was in the past. No matter how much I hate him, I can't just stand by and watch him die."
"Besides, if anything happens to him, the old man will come back and say that I treated him harshly."
Lu Shiyan's words might frighten the carefree Gu Yian, but they definitely wouldn't escape the eyes of the meticulous Zhou Mu. He looked as if he saw through everything but didn't say anything. "It's good that you can think more positively about it. Just think of it as having a clingy younger brother."
Lu Shiyan nodded noncommittally, then asked, "How is he?"
"Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Zhou Mu took out the thermometer, his eyes dimmed. "39.5, the fever is a bit high, and it looks like it's been going on for a long time."
"I'll give him an IV to reduce his fever. If it doesn't go away, we'll take him to the hospital."
Zhou Mu bandaged the wound on Fu Ci's forehead. After hanging up the water, he pointed at Lu Shiyan's clothes and said, "I'll watch over here first. Why don't you go wash up and change your clothes first?"
Lu Shiyan lowered his eyes to look at his disheveled and rude clothes, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be there soon."
After Lu Shiyan left, Zhou Mu adjusted the speed of the potion and said with a helpless smile: "Okay, A Yan is gone, stop pretending."
Fu Ci's tightly closed long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Zhou Mu, who had an unfathomable expression. He frowned in annoyance. As expected, nothing could be hidden from the doctor.
He called out with a guilty conscience, "Brother Zhou."
"Seeing A Yan so nervous about you, are you feeling relieved in your heart, and feel that it's all worth it for you to torture yourself so hard?"
Zhou Mu is not only a doctor who cures diseases and saves lives, but also a psychology major, so he can see through Fu Ci's tricks in one sentence.
Fu Ci's pale face turned pale, his eyes red and hesitant to look at him, he stammered in a hoarse voice: "Brother Zhou, I was wrong, don't tell my brother."
"You don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid that Yan will get angry if he finds out."
Zhou Mu saw through Fu Ci's thoughts at a glance, "You want A Yan to care about you more, that's fine, but you can't do that by hurting yourself, right?"
But even though he exposed the truth, he had no intention of telling Lu Shiyan. After all, this little fool just wanted his brother's care. What was wrong with that?
Zhou Mu sighed softly, "Don't worry, I won't tell A'Yan, but you can't do this again next time, understand?"
Fu Ci admitted his mistake like a child who had done something wrong. "Well, I won't do it again. Thank you, Brother Zhou."
The door was gently closed, and the person on the bed who had just looked so well-behaved, suddenly had a chilling look in his eyes...
Seeing Lu Shiyan's hair still damp, and having obviously rushed over after a quick shower, Zhou Mu jokingly said, "You really look like a caring brother."
"Aci is awake, go check it out."
"Call me if you need anything."
Lu Shiyan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll let Uncle Wang take you there?"
Zhou Mu had already started to go downstairs and waved his hand, "No need, I drove here myself, you go take care of Ah Ci."
Lu Shiyan pushed open the door and met Fu Ci's weak yet red eyes. He finally felt relieved. "Ah Ci, are you awake?"
"Are you feeling any worse?"
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